So I had my GAL acitivity of coaching my daughter's BBall team today. It was the last game of the season - with the obligatory pizza party and trophy presentation afterwards. Two things of note happened.
There's a very talented girl on my team who was also on the soccer team I coached and D6's Tball team a couple of years ago. I've seen her and her mom around lots. Never saw the dad until this year's soccer season when he was at every practice and every game. I never thought much about it - and if I did I guess I just assumed he couldn't be there because of work issues (much like my own STBX). I found out today that they had in fact been separated for years (at least 3). Apparently during the time that the girls were in TBall together, he wasn't much of a dad at all and was barely in her life. Now? They are back together and expecting twins in May. So, without knowing a lot of detail - I guess this kind of thing really does happen.
Then the second thing. My dear D3 - who has never wanted to be more than 10 yards away from me, suddenly developed an adventurous side and wandered out of the restaurant unobserved, while I was chatting with a parent. Full on chaos ensued; at least 25 adults scouring the pizza place and outside, Raliced frantically running around and coming very close to hyperventilation, an anguished 911 call...the works. And then we discovered her. She had apparently decided to go back to the car, couldn't find it and wandered the parking lot. And then calm, icy-veined Raliced completely lost it in public, and sobbed on her daughter's shoulders. After that small taste of what is pretty much the worst thing I can imagine... Divorce? Losing STBX? Starting life over at 44? All childs play.
